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homeless_pard) wrote2024-02-25 03:08 am
homeless_pard) wrote2024-02-25 03:08 am
War...
Who: Khem, Nat, Jason, PEGGY.
When: When the twins are in fourth grade?
What: SOME people don't mind that 'publicly known as a shifter' thing as long as they can put teh mack on a responsible dad!
It was field day, and the top contenders were supposed to compete against the rival school. As the players with the 'most' points per the previous competitions, well, they were hosting at the school, and that meant....room for the PTA.
Really that meant BAKE SALES in this case, a chance to 'take the opposing school for all they had' as Sandra put it cheerfully. No reason funds should stay in rival pockets after all. She didn't particularly think it was appropriate to 'fleece' others but Nat assured her it was all in fun and a time honored tradition. No one would be losing their life savings after all, just pocket change they had for refreshments. The twins were up for their favorite event, the 'potato sack race' so she stepped away to watch them, cheering them on...
...and when she stepped back, well, Nathaniel took her aside. She blinked at him, then glanced at the table? "Didst someone have an allergic reaction? I listed all ingredients in both the batter bread cups and the desserts..."
"No no no," Nat hissed, hands on her shoulders, "look, it's Peggy."
Oh. Peggy.
The 'divorced and thirsty' woman as everyone put it.
Peggy, the one who hit on ANY dad in the PTA pool and any male unwary enough to show up at the three bars she could walk to since getting her license revoked.
Peggy who had Jason against the wall by the bleachers button, his hands held primly out to the sides, because PUBLIC WERES could have the police called on them at any time!
"MINE!" she hissed harshly to Nat, eyes bubbling to gold without her realizing.
"I know. She jumped him minute the race started, got him cornered, if I step in it's, well..."
Yes, the woman would call 'assault' and neither Nat or Jason would have a say because they were KNOWN. She took a deep breath, tried to get a handle on her emotions, and then growled deeply as the damned woman had the audacity to palm her husband's crotch harshly. Of all the nerve...!
The SHEER NERVE!
She could feel her braid poofing as she looked around, the other PTA members wincing or nodding in understanding as she caught their eye. Sure, they all had their mild...arguments. Whose goods would be displayed best on a table and such but really, no one liked Peggy. It was only the fact that the woman had full custody of her children and an actual interest in their lives that kept her in the PTA technically.
Tech. Nick. Li.
She raised a hand to pat Nat's shoulder, not really feeling the motion so much as willing it to be so, "we will be back...later." That said she smoothed her skirt, squared her shoulders, and moved towards the offending woman like an inevitable, crushing wave. Shadow and the feel of old world forests meeting the flash in the pan burn of an itching vaginal area.
She'd faced those who did that particular approach far more powerfully. Peggy was nothing. Khemrys was a High Lady, born and raised, the woman of this world were not equipped to deal with her in a cold wrath. She moved, the others between her and her husband simply shifting aside without realizing it as she swept past. That was simply how reality worked. "My Jason," she greeted from over Peggy's shoulder, the deep cool of woods and the hint of winter smoke in her voice.
Peggy paused, her non-crotch engaged hand pausing at Jason's shirt collar, "oh, it's the wifey." She smirked, looking up at the stripper-dad and licking her overly lipsticked lips with what she thought was a sexy smile? "Tell her to fuck off."
Khemrys snorted, far from amused, and laid cool fingers along the woman's neck, "this is MY husband. His attentions belong to ME and me alone. MINE," she growled softly.
"Oooo scary," the woman snorted, looking over her shoulder. "I didn't hear him saying no bitch so fuck off."
Really? REALLY?! Khemrys let more gold bubble into her eyes, met Jason's gaze, and smiiiiled. "Oh could he? With your history of crying assault?" she asked, just loud enough for people in the bleachers above to hear. "Could he? And risk your foolish ideas of blackmail over him? Hardly. You are so far from reality that it should be entertaining were you any better at amusements." Sadly that wasn't the case hmmm?
"What?!" Peggy screeched, wheeling around to face the far shorter and paler woman. "WHAT? I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU, MS CAN'T EVEN DRIVE HERSELF BITCH WHY WOULDN'T HE WANT ME?!"
Khemrys looked into the flushed woman's face and smiled, "because, child, he has me. And that is a far greater thing than you could ever imagine." With Peggy 'disengaged' as it were she reached past the woman in the sparkly and ill-fitting crop-top to take Jason's hand and pull him forward into a proper kiss. "MINE."
"AND A VAMPIRE'S WHORE BITCH! How dare you play high and mighty when he's anyone's meat?!"
Khem slanted a golden gaze at the woman and smirked, "you seem angry that you cannot even qualify as a donor. I suggest therapy. Now excuse me I have much to say to my wedded lord."
"YOU AND YOUR FUCKING LORD AND LADY BULLSHIT WHO THE FUCK BELIEVES THAT?!"
"We do," Khemrys smirked easily and tugged Jason down the hall toward the exit.
When: When the twins are in fourth grade?
What: SOME people don't mind that 'publicly known as a shifter' thing as long as they can put teh mack on a responsible dad!
It was field day, and the top contenders were supposed to compete against the rival school. As the players with the 'most' points per the previous competitions, well, they were hosting at the school, and that meant....room for the PTA.
Really that meant BAKE SALES in this case, a chance to 'take the opposing school for all they had' as Sandra put it cheerfully. No reason funds should stay in rival pockets after all. She didn't particularly think it was appropriate to 'fleece' others but Nat assured her it was all in fun and a time honored tradition. No one would be losing their life savings after all, just pocket change they had for refreshments. The twins were up for their favorite event, the 'potato sack race' so she stepped away to watch them, cheering them on...
...and when she stepped back, well, Nathaniel took her aside. She blinked at him, then glanced at the table? "Didst someone have an allergic reaction? I listed all ingredients in both the batter bread cups and the desserts..."
"No no no," Nat hissed, hands on her shoulders, "look, it's Peggy."
Oh. Peggy.
The 'divorced and thirsty' woman as everyone put it.
Peggy, the one who hit on ANY dad in the PTA pool and any male unwary enough to show up at the three bars she could walk to since getting her license revoked.
Peggy who had Jason against the wall by the bleachers button, his hands held primly out to the sides, because PUBLIC WERES could have the police called on them at any time!
"MINE!" she hissed harshly to Nat, eyes bubbling to gold without her realizing.
"I know. She jumped him minute the race started, got him cornered, if I step in it's, well..."
Yes, the woman would call 'assault' and neither Nat or Jason would have a say because they were KNOWN. She took a deep breath, tried to get a handle on her emotions, and then growled deeply as the damned woman had the audacity to palm her husband's crotch harshly. Of all the nerve...!
The SHEER NERVE!
She could feel her braid poofing as she looked around, the other PTA members wincing or nodding in understanding as she caught their eye. Sure, they all had their mild...arguments. Whose goods would be displayed best on a table and such but really, no one liked Peggy. It was only the fact that the woman had full custody of her children and an actual interest in their lives that kept her in the PTA technically.
Tech. Nick. Li.
She raised a hand to pat Nat's shoulder, not really feeling the motion so much as willing it to be so, "we will be back...later." That said she smoothed her skirt, squared her shoulders, and moved towards the offending woman like an inevitable, crushing wave. Shadow and the feel of old world forests meeting the flash in the pan burn of an itching vaginal area.
She'd faced those who did that particular approach far more powerfully. Peggy was nothing. Khemrys was a High Lady, born and raised, the woman of this world were not equipped to deal with her in a cold wrath. She moved, the others between her and her husband simply shifting aside without realizing it as she swept past. That was simply how reality worked. "My Jason," she greeted from over Peggy's shoulder, the deep cool of woods and the hint of winter smoke in her voice.
Peggy paused, her non-crotch engaged hand pausing at Jason's shirt collar, "oh, it's the wifey." She smirked, looking up at the stripper-dad and licking her overly lipsticked lips with what she thought was a sexy smile? "Tell her to fuck off."
Khemrys snorted, far from amused, and laid cool fingers along the woman's neck, "this is MY husband. His attentions belong to ME and me alone. MINE," she growled softly.
"Oooo scary," the woman snorted, looking over her shoulder. "I didn't hear him saying no bitch so fuck off."
Really? REALLY?! Khemrys let more gold bubble into her eyes, met Jason's gaze, and smiiiiled. "Oh could he? With your history of crying assault?" she asked, just loud enough for people in the bleachers above to hear. "Could he? And risk your foolish ideas of blackmail over him? Hardly. You are so far from reality that it should be entertaining were you any better at amusements." Sadly that wasn't the case hmmm?
"What?!" Peggy screeched, wheeling around to face the far shorter and paler woman. "WHAT? I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU, MS CAN'T EVEN DRIVE HERSELF BITCH WHY WOULDN'T HE WANT ME?!"
Khemrys looked into the flushed woman's face and smiled, "because, child, he has me. And that is a far greater thing than you could ever imagine." With Peggy 'disengaged' as it were she reached past the woman in the sparkly and ill-fitting crop-top to take Jason's hand and pull him forward into a proper kiss. "MINE."
"AND A VAMPIRE'S WHORE BITCH! How dare you play high and mighty when he's anyone's meat?!"
Khem slanted a golden gaze at the woman and smirked, "you seem angry that you cannot even qualify as a donor. I suggest therapy. Now excuse me I have much to say to my wedded lord."
"YOU AND YOUR FUCKING LORD AND LADY BULLSHIT WHO THE FUCK BELIEVES THAT?!"
"We do," Khemrys smirked easily and tugged Jason down the hall toward the exit.